129. Under The Candle Light

ALEJANDRO

Kiara had left, and although my mind was on her, I tried to focus on the game. I was winning… I think so anyway.

"And I win." Marcel said, showing his hand.

Raf groaned tossing his cards down, and I smirked, showing my hand.

"You mean I win." I said, arrogantly.

"Fine. You're damn good." Marcel replied grudgingly.

"You both are, you should really have some sympathy on your elder brother." Raf complained, picking up his glass.

I have no fucking idea why he was so weird.

"You're a fucking weirdo." I remarked.

"You still love me." He grinned.

"Shouldn't you be minding Dante?" I asked, ignoring his comment and lighting a cigarette.

Avoiding smoking around Dante was probably the next hardest thing to do, after not getting enough time with Kiara. Although I was sure the fucker could heal, I mean, Kiara could heal him every other month... The smoke wouldn't affect him... But damn, I was taking Elijah's shitty advice seriously.

"I will mind Dante, don't you worry, me and Maria will handle him. You just worry about having fun." Rafael smirked.

"I will have fun, so make sure no one disturbs us." I frowned.

Marcel smirked as he sat back drinking his gin. A distant look crossed his eyes, a broken hint of a smile on his face.

"To be in love…"

The room fell silent and Rafael looked at him.

"What was she like?" He asked hesitantly, I could tell he was upset just asking that question.

"Beautiful… kept telling me something wasn't right about Endora…" He didn't continue and I could tell the pain was still strong.

He looked down, downing his drink. Rafael reached over, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I won't say it gets easier, because I can never understand or comprehend how you must be feeling, but we're here for you."

"Yeah. Pretty much." I said.

I didn't know why I said it, but just the thought of losing Kiara hurt like I was being ripped to pieces all over again.

"Brothers." Rafael said proudly.

Marcel and I rolled our eyes.

"Seriously, don't get mushy." Marcel grunted, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, what's with that shit?" I remarked, taking a drag on my cigarette.

Rafael chuckled.

"Totally brothers." He said, and it was then that my nympho mind linked me.

I stood up after downing my drink.

"My queen awaits."

"Have fun! I'm sure she's going to love that little surprise! And remember, I'm willing to babysit Dante ANYTIME you visit! So visit more often!"

"Yeah, I might take you up on that offer, but first, get through one night with him. I'll ask you tomorrow how it went." I replied as I walked out, a mocking smirk playing on my lips.

You better give him hell, Dante…

I tossed my cigarette to the ground in the garden as I made my way through to the back and towards the outhouse. I wondered why Rafael even had this place.

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered something from nearly a decade ago.

‘I've made an outhouse especially for you, Al. Please visit your old brother… I swear you will have your own place, the kids, or me and Maria. We won"t bother you... Just come visit…I miss having you here, Al...'

Fuck... So this… I didn't know how to feel. No matter how badly I treated him, he was always fucking looking out for me. I built impenetrable walls around me but he still tried to get through. He was a brother that anyone would be lucky to have. One I sure fucking wasn't worthy of… I glanced back at the house, thinking maybe I could take him up on that offer to babysit often. I smiled ever so slightly, turning away.

The moon shone down and the lights glowed behind the windows, I knocked on the door to the outhouse before opening it.

I stopped in my tracks at the scene before me. Her delicious scent of hazelnut chocolate mixed with something addictive was blending in with the smell of the candles that she had lit. My eyes didn't take in anything else, landing on the goddess that sat on the bed. Leaning back on her hands, her breasts fucking begging to be touched as they spilt out of the skimpy lace bra that could barely contain them; her narrow waist, rounded hips, and those fucking thighs that I wanted to spread apart so I could fucking have my way with her…

She looked beyond fucking perfect, I swallowed hard as pleasure rushed south. She licked those plump red lips of hers as her eyes met mine.

"Like what you see handsome?" She asked seductively.

Fuck. Yeah. I do.

I didn't need to confirm that I was loving the view before me, but it was her next words that snapped my self-control.

"Then are you just going to stand there, or are you going to bury that sexy face of yours between my thighs?"

I had the door shut and was in front of her in a flash, grabbing her by the neck. My lips crashed against hers as I pushed her back on the bed, straddling her. She grabbed me by my shirt, tearing it open. Our chests were pressed together. The pleasure that fucking consumed me was stronger than I could explain. The sparks running through my veins were like electricity travelling through water. Her soft, plump lips were fucking divine; the sweet, delicious taste of her mouth was driving me crazy. The erotic moan that left her lips, partially muffled by me, made me fucking throb. I broke away, breathing hard.

"Ravish me, my beast." She whispered.

Her purple orbs were blazing with desire and lust as she raked her red nails down my chest. The sting of delicious pain mixed with pleasure as she drew blood made me tighten my hold on her neck. She was snapping every fucking ounce of self-control I had.

"I fucking intend to."

I looked her over, taking in how fucking good she looked, my eyes flashing red. She was mine to fucking devour, to mark and to claim.

I grabbed her breast, squeezing it, loving the way it felt in my hand. My lips kissing and sucking every inch of her neck. She cried out when I bit into her neck, right over her mate mark. The scent of her arousal swirled around me like a fucking drug. Her hand ran over my dick, making me throb harder. She began working on my pants and I grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed with one hand, kissing her down her chest and over her stomach.

She sucked her stomach in, shivering under my touch, her heart pounding as she sighed softly. I kissed her along the band of her lacy panties, teasingly brushing over her hot core before I reached up and tore her bra off roughly.

I licked my lips before I flicked one of her nipples teasingly. One hand now slipping down to her panties, I ripped them off roughly, making her whimper as I tapped her soaking pussy. Fuck, she was dripping wet. My fingers massaged her smooth pussy, loving the way she fucking felt.

"Let's see how fucking good this tastes." I murmured, making her eyes widen as I looked down at her boobs.

She gasped the moment my fingers plunged into her dripping core at the same time that I sucked on her breast hard. She moaned loudly, her hand twisting into my hair, pressing me harder against her breast as I finger fucked her and sucked on her nipple. I felt the warm liquid fill my mouth. It was sweet, creamy and interestingly good. I smirked, pulling away before taking her other one in my mouth, her flushed cheeks only satisfying me more.

"Tastes fucking good don't you think?" I murmured, kissing her lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked on my tongue. I groped her breasts, enjoying the trickle of milk that ran down my hand. Tonight, I aimed to make a mess in every fucking way possible. I could feel her juices trickling over my hand as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

I moved back, watching her beneath me, looking at her pussy as I thrust into her hard. I went down on her, taking her clit in my mouth. The double pleasure making her cry out loudly. It wasn't long until she came, and I slipped my fingers out, lapping up her juices. Fuck did she taste so fucking good… I lifted her thighs, running my tongue between her ass, rimming her sensually before I plunged it into her pussy, making her moan. Despite her entire body trembling from her last orgasm, her fingers tightened in my hair, in the need for more.

"Fuck Alejandro…"

I didn't stop my assault, alternating between fucking her pussy with my tongue and playing with her clit.

"Fuck!" She moaned, pulling me back roughly. She lithely slipped her legs from my shoulders. "I want to taste you too."

Her voice was breathless as she tugged me onto the bed, pushing my pants down. I gripped her hips, flipping her around, I was not fucking done. I positioned her on my face as she pulled my dick out and licked its tip. I groaned as I began eating her out once more. The pleasure she was giving me as she sucked on my dick made me tense. My mind was a fucking haze of pure euphoria.

The sensation of her breasts rubbing against my abs... the way she rolled her ass against my face. I loved her confidence, the way she knew what she wanted and got it too. I ran my hands down her stocking-clad legs. Fuck, was she beyond fucking hot. Another orgasm ripped through her and she pulled away from my cock, relishing in her pleasure. The sound of her breathless moan of pleasure only made my own release near, as she pumped it slowly, trying to get her breath back before she wrapped her mouth around it once more.

This was fucking heaven. I groaned, thrusting into her mouth, tapping her ass hard as I parted her ass cheeks. I rimmed her, her fucking moans and whimpers of pleasure only fuelling the burning need within me. I was nearing and I tugged her back, flipping her so she lay on top of me, her back against my chest as I sucked on her neck. Guiding my dick towards her pussy, hissing in pleasure when her hand wrapped around it and she positioned it at her entrance. I gripped her hips, looking at her back, narrow waist, her tumbling curls cascading down her back and that fucking ass that I fucking loved… She arched her back, as she bounced on my cock. My eyes fixed on her ass, which looked so fucking hot as she rode me. Her tight core driving me crazier. I fucked her harder and faster, my hands grabbing her breasts, making her cry out.

I could feel the pleasure she was feeling, feel her love, desire and pure need for me to fuck her senseless.

"I'm coming, oh fuck…" She moaned.

I sped up, ramming into her, hitting her spot as I held out; waiting for her to come before giving in to my own release. I was on the brink, but the urge to pleasure her was still at the front of my mind. My fucking queen. The woman of my dreams, one I was fucking lucky to have.

I felt her contract against me, and the moment she screamed in pure ecstasy, I let myself go, filling her with my cum. I pulled her back against me, kissing her neck sensually, my hands roaming her body, massaging and caressing it, giving her a moment to recover.

She turned, straddling me as she played with my necklaces, kissing my lips before she began leaving a trail of pleasure down my chest. I looked down at her, wondering if she'll notice it…

She tugged on my nipple, making me throb against her core as I squeezed her ass. She did the same to the other one, and was about to kiss me down my abs when she paused. I suppressed my smirk, watching as she brushed her finger over my chest.

Seems she had found it…

"This…" Her eyes widened as she stared at my chest before looking up at me.

"I always wanted to… I just never got the chance. So, I got it done earlier when I was out with the boys." I said with a small smirk as I sat up, still holding her tightly.

Her eyes glistened as she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly.

"I love it." She said softly, kissing my lips before she looked down at my chest again.

On my left breast, I had gotten a tattoo with the words ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul'

Her fingers tenderly brushed over it.

"I got the fuckers name too." I remarked, holding up my wrist, ‘Dante' was written alongside one of my previous tattoos.

She smiled pulling me close by my necklaces. Seems she likes to treat them like my fucking leash, not that I minded. I was hers.

"They're beautiful…." She said, tracing her fingers over my face, her heart thudding as she fought back her tears.

"Don't… I only want you to cry out of fucking pleasure…" I murmured.

"These are tears of happiness. How did I get so lucky to have found you?"

"I think I"m the one that got lucky, but I'm going to fucking embrace it." I kissed her neck passionately, not leaving even an inch free from my touch.

I gripped her ass as I thrust my dick into her, ready to go once again. Tonight, neither of us were going to sleep.

"You really are perfection…" She whispered before kissing me passionately.

No, she was perfection. She was the one who fixed me when I was fucking broken. She was the one who had thawed my fucking heart of ice. She was what was missing for all of my fucking life. The light, the air, the very lifeline I needed to survive and to escape the darkness that had once drowned me.

I fucked her with everything I had, letting her feel every ounce of what she meant to me. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held onto me tightly, and I knew she could feel it. My love for her.

Once upon a time, I was a cold-hearted Lycan. She was a compassionate princess. We were worlds apart, but somehow, we came together. We became something more, something so fucking special that no words on this earth could cover how I felt about her. She was my all and I was hers. I didn't need to say anything, because I had already laid bare my soul to her.

I love you, Amore Mio, way fucking more than life itself.